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can you breathe at all
do you feel my hand
can you hear me?
open up your eyes
hold your head up high
can you feel me?
now dont fake or lie
look me in the eyes
are you with me?
offer up your hand
will you try to stand and come with me?

you're sore and bitter
worn and tattered on your hands
all your plans and all your reveries stagger on while your tin gods are left behind

now you're bleary eyed and you're hypnotized
are you bleeding?
feel the burning cold
not what you were told
now you're hazy
making out their shapes
focus on their frames
can you hear them?
now you're on your feet floating in the sea
pins and needles

you're sore and bitter
worn and tattered on your hands
all your plans and all your reveries stagger on while your tin gods are left behind

all your plans and all your reveries stagger on while your tin gods are left behind (far behind)


I want more
give me more
I want the burn and bliss again
I want more
give me more
I want the burn and bliss again
I want more
give me more
I want the burn and bliss again

all your plans and all your reveries stagger on while your tin gods are left behind (far behind)

can you hear me?
can you hear me?
can you hear me?